Chapter 72: Coming for the King

Louis XVI never thought that this day would come to him. If he fell into Roland's hands, at least he could still live in the Temple.

Then Robespierre gave Louis XVI a sense of extreme danger.

The king keenly realized that this guy's speech in the Champ de Mars was not just talk, he really wanted to execute him.

It was late at night, and Louis XVI looked at his family who couldn't help sleeping because of exhaustion, and he suddenly felt a sore nose.

When did he fall to this point?

It started with the decision to subsidize the Americans; it started with him being forced to give in to the nobles; it started with the disastrous three-level meeting; it started with the seemingly foolproof but actually difficult to control escape.

Louis XVI looked at the moon outside the window, the light of the other side seemed quite dim, the whole sky seemed to have no light, and the ink-like dark clouds covered the whole sky little by little from the west.

The king retracted his sight, and the room became darker at this time, and the light of the oil lamp and the fireplace could only illuminate a corner of the room.

Louis XVI placed his palm on the crown prince's head. The little guy's hair was curly and felt very comfortable to touch.

But how long could he touch it? Louis XVI raised his hand and then put it down helplessly.

The king thought that he could die, the queen could die, but the children should not be treated like this.

Louis XVI thought silently.

"If I can get out, I can send the children to Vienna. Leopold II, as the children's uncle, should take good care of them.

Even if the other party does not consider this relationship, relying on the children's blood and the Habsburg dynasty's desire for a unified Germany for so many years.

He is also sure that the other party wants to help restore the monarchy, but the chance is too slim. He doesn't even know where his family is imprisoned."

There were a few sporadic gunshots in the distance. Louis XVI knew that it was the Jacobin army fighting with Roland's Major General Napoleon Bonaparte.

The king couldn't help but sneer.

"It is said that France no longer needs a king, but you still fight for this crown."

In the camp outside the city, Napoleon was talking to Roland.

"So, we can't enter Paris, right? Bonaparte."

Roland had calmed down from his initial rage at this time. He flipped through the battle report handed in by Napoleon and asked casually.

"I'm sorry, Chairman Roland, Dumouriez came too quickly, and with the help of the mob in Paris, it's not easy to take them down who are defending Paris.

Unless we ignore the consequences and use artillery to directly bombard the city wall, but even so, it will take time."

Napoleon apologized slightly.

Roland was silent for a while. He did not choose to insult Dumouriez, the traitor, but changed the subject and asked.

"What do you think of the proposal of Louis-Matthew and Jacques-Pierre-Blanche (both of whom are one of the leaders of the royalist party)? Bonaparte."

Napoleon thought for a while and said.

"No need, President Roland. Ultimately, our position is against the monarchy.

Moreover, with our strength, we should not be threatened.

Robespierre's behavior has already trampled on your face."

The two talked in the tent for a long time before they finished.

When Napoleon walked out of the tent, the cold winter wind immediately dispelled the warmth on his body. He then exhaled, took a torch, and walked towards his tent.

On a high tower in Paris, under the dim sky, a ray of light flashed by.

On the wall at the Saint-Martin Gate, several patrolling soldiers had already fallen to the ground, and an officer led several men in black into a street in Paris.

In the Ottoman Empire Embassy in Paris, Kalmani Pasha was explaining the work tasks tonight to his spies.

"According to the information I received, there will be two waves of people in Paris tonight to snatch Louis XVI, and we are the third wave. As for the mission, just pretend to help rescue Louis XVI but not let him be rescued."

As Kalmani Pasha's voice fell, a group of spies began to act.

Paris, which was almost completely plunged into darkness, was destined to be restless tonight.

On the eaves, on the towers, in the alleys, there were shadows everywhere.

Louis XVI completely underestimated the importance of him or his crown. It was not just the army that moved for him, but everyone in the shadows was moving for him.

"Boss, there are almost no people. How about we go in and sleep?"

At Louis XVI's guardhouse, a guard was yawning, and he asked his captain nonchalantly.

"George, you idiot, don't let your guard down, there is a big shot in here.

If something happens to him, you will sleep for the rest of your life."

The captain cursed angrily.

The scolded soldier returned to his post with a wronged look on his face, and the soldiers patrolling next to him burst into laughter.

Suddenly, a crossbow arrow came from a distance and hit the captain's throat. The captain, who was just teaching the soldiers, fell to the ground, blood and tears flowed out, and soon dyed the floor under him red.

There were another round of muffled groans, and the soldiers in this area were treated the same as the captain.

Only the soldier named George, because he dozed off, the crossbow arrow just grazed his scalp.

He woke up suddenly and saw the miserable state of his former comrades. He shouted that the enemy was attacking while running deep into the courtyard.

Another cold light flashed by, and the soldier fell to the ground.

Not long after, he stood up again. It was the corpse of his comrade that tripped him just now, allowing him to escape this fatal attack again.

Looking at the alarmed guards, the royalist spies could no longer control their anger.

The black-clothed man in the front waved his hand and said.

"The infiltration failed, just take action."

The shadows filed out and killed towards the courtyard.

The spies belonging to Kalman Pasha who were hiding in the tower also went out, they had to complete the mission.

There was a constant sound of fighting in the courtyard. The royalist spies were all good players, and the guards were in a trend of being unable to resist.

Louis XVI, who was sitting in the room, heard the fighting outside. He felt an unstoppable tremor all over his body, and hurriedly took an oil lamp to the window.

The royalist spies immediately saw the light, and they killed in the direction of the light.

At this time, the spy who was arranged by Robespierre to stop the enemy was entangled by Kalman Pasha's men.

With a strong accent from the Gironde Province in southern France, the Ottoman spy almost told the other side that he was Roland's man.

Blood flowers bloomed in the courtyard, which were the thorns on the road to the audience with the crown.

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